Jonathan Livingston Seagull

“They are saying in the Flock that if you are not the Son of the Great Gull Himself”, Fletcher told Jonathan one morning after Advanced Speed Practice, “then you are a thousand years ahead of your time.”
Jonathan sighed. The price of being misunderstood he thought. They call you devil or they call you god. “What do you think, Fletch? Are we ahead of our time?”
A long silence, “Well, this kind of flying has always been here to be learned by anyone who wanted to discover it; that’s got nothing to do with time. We’re ahead of the fashion, maybe. Ahead of the way that most gulls fly.”“That’s something,” Jonathan said, rolling to glide inverted for a while. “That’s not half as bad as being ahead of our time”.
Richard Bach
Jonathan Livingston Seagull

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Saturday, June 19, 2010

The Round Room

The round room reels,
Your head spins with thoughts,
You groan in loneliness,
And confusion eats you,
In the dark,
You feel alone,
That no one cares.
        
The room has no walls,
All you see is darkness,
Storms in the night,
Rumblings of far away pain.
        
No way out,
No way forward,
No way back.
        
A whirlwind of swirling sparks appears,
Caught up in a windmill of despair,
Round and round your thoughts spin,
Like the round room,
Spinning around.

But listen!
In the distance,
From far off,
A voice in your head?
A whisper?
An echo?

The voice of the One you love,
The One who cares,
The One who loves you,
Guiding you,
Shining a light for you,
A spark is lit within you,
And finally you see.
        
The storm dies,
And the terror fades,
Only One voice you here,
Guiding you to the door.
        
Open the door and find peace,
On the other side,
Open the door and find Me.


Written late 1980s. Nowhere to hide in a round room...No corners... is my mind the round room? But there is hope....a faith that peace will come... awakening, enlightenment....joy...the deepest darkness is always before the dawn as they say.


 

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